Shakespeare's Venvs & AdonisJ.M. Dent & Company, 1593 - 106 pages |
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... breed , That thine may live when thou thyself art dead ; And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' 170 By this , the love - sick queen began to 12 Verses 27-29 Venus and Adonis.
... breed , That thine may live when thou thyself art dead ; And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' 170 By this , the love - sick queen began to 12 Verses 27-29 Venus and Adonis.
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... dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred ! Thou art no man , though of a man's complexion , For men will kiss even by their own direction . ' This said , impatience chokes her pleading tongue ...
... dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred ! Thou art no man , though of a man's complexion , For men will kiss even by their own direction . ' This said , impatience chokes her pleading tongue ...
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... dead at first , what needs a second striking ? 250 Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more ...
... dead at first , what needs a second striking ? 250 Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more ...
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... dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excel a common one In shape , in courage , colour , pace and bone . 290 Round - hoof'd , short - jointed , fetlocks shag and long , Broad breast , full eye , small head and nostril wide ...
... dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excel a common one In shape , in courage , colour , pace and bone . 290 Round - hoof'd , short - jointed , fetlocks shag and long , Broad breast , full eye , small head and nostril wide ...
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... dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red ; And all amazed brake off his late intent , For sharply he did think to reprehend her , Which cunning love did wittily prevent : Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her ...
... dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red ; And all amazed brake off his late intent , For sharply he did think to reprehend her , Which cunning love did wittily prevent : Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her ...
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Anon arms beauty blood boar breast breath cheek Cytherea dead death delight disdain dost doth edition embrace England's Helicon face fair fancy favour fear fire flower forlorn foul Francis Meres frown gentle grief hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hero and Leander hounds immortal Book Jaggard kiss lips live looks Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece Lust's Marlowe's morn Ne'er never night nought Ovid P.P. xix P.P. xv pale Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet printed proud queen quoth rhyming Richard Barnfield Richard Field scorn servile Shake Shakespearian shalt shame shine shouldst sighs silly sing smell soft song Sonnets sorrow speare's spring St John's College Steevens conj strike sweet tears tender Tereu Thammuz thee Thine eye thou art thyself title-page tongue unto vaded Venus and Adonis weep Whereat wind wound young Youth ΙΟ
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Page iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Page 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 47 - Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun ; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done : Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies ; Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.
Page 80 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Page 73 - When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Page 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Page 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Page iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...